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Mmm. I'm glad I'm up....
The sun is above the trees to the east, over the pasture, not quite in view from where I sit by the window. The pasture and the trees are a vivid, jewel-green in its light. The clouds above the pasture are a gentle tan-grey.
And it's raining. The rain is coming down outside my window, and over the pasture, touched golden by the early morning light. After admiring it for a moment, I realized that this is the weather that spawns rainbows, and ran to the other side of the house to see if I could see one - and I could. Beautiful, beautiful.
Of course, the interesting thing is, the sun is shining golden on me and it's raining here. Which means, in theory, if they look - right now we're someone's rainbow.
And it's raining. The rain is coming down outside my window, and over the pasture, touched golden by the early morning light. After admiring it for a moment, I realized that this is the weather that spawns rainbows, and ran to the other side of the house to see if I could see one - and I could. Beautiful, beautiful.
Of course, the interesting thing is, the sun is shining golden on me and it's raining here. Which means, in theory, if they look - right now we're someone's rainbow.